I started getting healthier without even trying to!

I have been getting healthier without even trying! I have taken medication for high blood pressure for years. In the past five months, my blood pressure went from sky high, even with medication, to normal! My doctor took me off my meds last Monday. My cholesterol was way over 200, and now it’s under 200 in the desirable range! So what changed?

I had been a vegetarian for 40 years, not eating any kind of animal, but I recently found out how badly laying hens and milk cows are treated, so five months ago I gave up eggs and milk too. I have since found out how healthy it is to eat this way! I heard about a documentary called “Forks Over Knives” a few weeks ago and watched it. It is chock full of medical doctors and it specifically is about the health benefits of what they call a “plant based diet”.

There is one line in the movie I especially liked: “If it walkedhoppedswamcrawled, slithered, had eyes, a Mama and a Daddon’t eat it.”

It was a big change for me when I gave up eggs and milk. But, I am finding a lot of great recipes online, so I am getting the hang of it. In the last five months, my only food craving is Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. The thing is, though, that I have so much more energy and endurance that it is worth it.

Forks Over Knives is available to watch both on Netflix and Hulu. Check out the trailer: 

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I love animals but Not in a Sandwich – Here’s why I stopped eating them

In my first year of college, an English Composition assignment was to tell about a personal experience. I wrote about the events leading up to the day I quit eating animals one year earlier. On December 31, 2012, I quit eating eggs and milk, but that’s another story. Here’s my composition:

“Not in a sandwich”

I don’t eat meat. I used to, but there were several things leading up to the day I “officially” quit.

For instance, when I was a little girl, my grandpa used to fish. I remember very clearly one time when he and I were in the shed, and he was getting a big bullhead ready to be fixed for dinner. He cut off the tail, put his arm through to the mouth, and made it talk to me. That evening, I could not possibly eat that fish with whom I had made friends.

Another time, some friends of my mother went to Maine for a vacation, and sent a barrel of Maine lobster back to the neighborhood. My brother and I came home from school while our mother was still at work, and found a shopping bag on the kitchen table with two lobsters in it. We didn’t know what they were there for, so we just did the natural thing and played with them, and watched as they had races on the floor. When our mother finally came home, she put some water in a big pot and put it on the stove. When it was boiling, we found out what she was going to do, and we fought for our friends lives. But, we lost. They were plunged into the boiling water. They looked sadly upward with their claws reaching out to us, and my brother and I could hear them crying “Help me. Help me!” We looked on helplessly, knowing that there was nothing we could do. In any event, we knew that there was no way that anybody could make us eat our deceased friends.

Besides these personal relationships with future meals, I had many thoughts on the subject of eating animals. I knew that if I ever had an occasion to feast upon a bunny rabbit or a deer, or a duck, or a lamb, I couldn’t. They were just too cute. Aside from that, they were living beings, and that became more and more important to me. I began thinking that if I ate a cow, I might as well barbecue my cat, or my brother for that matter.

Finally, on March 4th 1972, a friend and I were at the beach. It was too cold to go swimming, so we watched the fish as we walked on the docks. They were so graceful, all changing directions at the same time…. Later, it was time to have some lunch. While we were in the restaurant waiting to order, I sat by the window and could see some fish jumping now and then out of the water. When we got the menu, I looked down at it and read “Fish”, looked out the window and saw fish, looked back at the menu, and ordered a grilled cheese sandwich. Right then at that moment, I vowed that never again would I eat the flesh of dead animals. It felt good to have made that decision.

I feel close to animals. I love animals, but not in a sandwich.

A baby cow

Way too cute to eat

Cynthia’s Back-Breaking Vegetable Stew

Last week, I changed from being a vegetarian to being a vegan. (see previous post).

Being a vegetarian was easy. I just ate everything except animals for practically all of my adult life. Now, it will be a little bit more difficult.

I will now eat everything except animals and animal products. That means no milk, no eggs, no cheese, no yogurt, etc, and I will have to be a little creative.

I hardly ever have followed a recipe. I have always just thrown stuff that I like together, and I’ve never written down what I did.

This morning, I am going to try to make some hearty vegetable stew. In the past, I would have dumped in some milk, butter and cheese, and called it chowder. This is going to be fun seeing how well it will turn out now.

I’m going to write down what I did in case it turns out good, and I want to make it again.

Wish me luck.

This is is a picture of what I’ve done so far.

Now I’m going to give my aching back a break ( from standing up too long in the kitchen, hence the name of my stew) and watch part of a Barbara Stanwyck movie before I start slicing my ingredients.

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Ingredients

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Assembly line ready to go

Cynthia’s Back-Breaking Vegetable Stew

Ingredients:

One can sweet corn,
one can Italian stewed tomatoes,
one and one half potatoes,
3 spears celery,
one half onion,
3 medium carrots,
3 small leaves kale,
3 small leaves spinach,
3 small leaves cilantro,
3 small florets broccoli.

Preparation:

Slice vegetables thinly in food processor,
Put everything in crock pot on high setting,
Cross your fingers.
Hope for the best.

I will try some for lunch and see how it turns out

The beginning of a whole new lifestyle. I’m going vegan

I saw a documentary last night on Netflix called “Vegucated“.  I was just looking for something interesting to watch, and I was curious about what this video would say that I didn’t know about.

I love animals, so I quit eating them long ago, but I’ve always eaten eggs and milk. The video, in part, showed how laying hens and milk cows are treated. Plus, the egg and milk industries don’t need boy baby chicks, or boy baby cows, because only the girls grow up to lay eggs or give milk. So, the boys are killed or eaten. I just had never thought about that before, and it made me feel horrible that I was responsible for so much death.

By the end of the documentary, there was no way that I wanted to be responsible for any more mistreatment of any chicken or cow again. If even one percent of that documentary was true, I had to totally stop eating eggs and milk.

So, this is day one of a totally new lifestyle. This morning, instead of having my cereal with milk, I mixed it up with microwaved frozen blueberries and a sliced banana. Yummy!.